Si Tian Guan

Zhiwei's hands were clasped together, and the gaze on the opposite side was a bit uncomfortable, especially these eyes seemed to see through people, which was daunting.

But he still couldn't help thinking—it's so pretty, how could there be such a good-looking person, no wonder noble people like Shizi are so caring, thinking about how to please, so that he is so envious.

In the past when I was with guests, I also saw many pampers who were favored, some were gentle and pleasant, some were cold and arrogant, some were sentimental, and some were innocent and cheerful.

But I have never seen anything like this before. Beauty is beauty, but the calm look of this scrutiny is like an experienced butcher, who is thinking carefully about which piece of meat is more delicious.

"My lord... Do you want tea?" He asked timidly, a little scared: "Would you like some snacks?"

"My name is Qu Shenzhou, you can call me Shenzhou or Brother Xiaoqu."

The little butcher smiled brightly, with an innocent and gentle face, as bright as a spring flower, which made him suddenly heave a sigh of relief. The invisible pressure of being condescending just now seemed to be just an illusion.

Zhiwei yelled, "Brother Xiaoqu."

Qu Chenzhou took his hand and sat down, then asked softly, "What's your name?"

Zhiwei sat down, looked down and saw a bruise spreading from the tiger's mouth to the sleeve on this hand, and couldn't help but jump in his heart.

I've seen such scars on my partners before, but I didn't expect that Shizi looked gentle and gentle, but he was so tyrannical in private.

"My name is Zhiwei."

"What's your real name? Where is your hometown?" Qu Chenzhou stuffed the cakes on the table into his hands, and said cordially: "Eat something to fill your stomach first, and lunch will come later, let's go together."

Zhiwei was overwhelmed by flattery, thinking about his random thoughts just now, he was a little ashamed, and hurriedly replied: "My real name is Yang, and my hometown is in Hekou."

"Family..." When Qu Chenzhou opened his mouth, he realized that his problem was a bit cruel. How could a person who fell into this situation talk about family.

But he looked at Zhiwei carefully, and continued to ask: "Are your parents and brothers all right?"

Zhiwei's eyes were really red, he bowed his head and paused for a moment, seeing that Qu Shenzhou didn't change the subject, he could only answer bravely: "There was a disaster at home, I ran away with my family, I don't know where to go, and then I was abducted Yes, sell it here."

"When did the disaster happen?"

Zhiwei was at a loss when asked: "Big...about six or seven years ago..."

Qu Chenzhou stared at him for a moment, but found nothing, and sighed in his heart when the time was up.

If in the past, he didn't need to spend so much effort, he only needed to hold Zhiwei's hand and ask a few words, and then he knew everything, but now he can't tell the truth from the fake, and he doesn't know whether he should believe Zhiwei's words.

For some reason, when Zhiwei entered the door, at first glance, he always felt that Zhiwei looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

But the person in my memory doesn't seem to be such an age, and he must not be someone I often meet.

So even if Zhiwei reported his family name, he still couldn't remember where he had seen such a Hekou person surnamed Yang, and where the person who looked like Zhiwei was.

It didn't take long before the lunch was served. Perhaps it was a sympathy for each other. Qu Shenzhou no longer asked about Zhiwei's personal affairs, but only added food frequently. He was good at observing words and expressions, and it didn't take long for Zhiwei to let go of his nervousness.

"Where is Brother Xiao Qu from?" Zhiwei lowered his head and picked up the fishbone, raised his eyes to see Qu Shenzhou waiting eagerly, so cute and cute, he couldn't help but smiled, and asked boldly.

Qu Chenzhou also tasted the self-questioning of being questioned like this, and replied with a wry smile: "...Changshui Town."

Although Zhiwei didn't know the situation in Changshui Town, thinking about his own experience, he didn't ask any more questions, but comforted him instead.

"The past is the past. Brother Xiaoqu has given birth to such a rare good-looking appearance. He is favored by the son alone, so there is no need to worry about the future."

He sent the fish with the bones picked out, glanced at the hands beside the plate, turned his head to look at the door, and suddenly asked in a low voice: "Brother Qu, how is the prince treating you?"

"Ah?" Qu Chenzhou was pondering Zhiwei's words and demeanor, when he was suddenly caught by this question, he almost didn't think about it, so he replied: "Your Majesty treats me very well."

Zhiwei heaved a sigh of relief, got up and rummaged in the small cabinet beside him for a while.

"With my status, I shouldn't say anything about noble people. It's just a thoughtful word between us behind closed doors. After all, the son is young and vigorous, even if he is rough, he still loves him."

He pushed a bottle of medicine over: "It's always ugly to be hurt, I know you don't lack this medicine when you are by Shizi's side, just take it as a little bit of my heart."

Qu Chenzhou followed his gaze to see his own tiger's mouth, thanked him a few times, immediately opened the medicine bottle, poured some in his hand, and kneaded gently.

"Brother Xiaoqu..." Zhiwei Jian rolled up his cuffs, and there was a shocking bruise on his wrist, which extended to his arm, and he didn't know what happened.

He was stunned, suddenly a little scared, and after thinking for a long time, Ai Aibi asked: "Did your son...have you... ever... such a thing?"

Qu Chenzhou looked up and saw that his cheeks were blushing, and he quickly gestured a length with both hands.

"Given it. Did you give it to Shizi?"

Zhiwei nodded shyly.

Qu Chenzhou suddenly realized that it's no wonder that such an unconventional person as Liu Chongming would think of giving him Luo Zidai and caring about such trivial matters as whether he wants thrush or not.

"Brother Xiaoqu...how do you use it?"

"It's a bit thick," he replied truthfully, "it's hard to hold."

"It's indeed thicker, but the nobles like it." Zhiwei blushed and said softly, "You are still young, and your hands are also small. That's for the prince to hold. Brother Xiaoqu just needs to lie down."

"Lying down?" Qu Chenzhou was taken aback: "I always sit in front of the mirror, how can I use it while lying down?"

"Sitting...you can also...mirror, I haven't tried it...as long as you like it..."

Zhiwei didn't expect him to be so unrestrained, it seems that he doesn't need to teach it by himself at all, and his tongue is tied: "Use... When you use it, you can softly...beg a few times to Shizi, Shizi...will be more gentle..."

"Would it be?" Qu Chenzhou pondered, he didn't remember thick eyebrows being popular in the palace, and he had reason to suspect that Liu Chongming didn't know how to draw eyebrows at all.

"The son doesn't seem to be very good at using it. He poked around randomly, and it hurt a lot. Once he poked me..."

Zhiwei hastily covered his mouth, stopping his rambunctious speech: "Brother Xiaoqu, keep your voice down."

Qu Chenzhou didn't know the rules in the courtyard, and seeing Zhiwei's embarrassed and nervous expression, he didn't know what taboo he had committed, so he shut his mouth wisely.

"Brother Xiaoqu, you are young," Zhiwei pulled him to sit down at the table, and earnestly taught him: "Don't tell outsiders casually about these things, even if you want to push back, don't do that. Straightforward."

Qu Chenzhou nodded absent-mindedly, looked at the sun, suddenly remembered something, lowered his head and hurriedly took a few mouthfuls of food, and replied following the words: "I understand! I understand!"

"What are you panicking about?" Zhiwei hurriedly poured water for him: "Eat slowly, don't choke."

It was getting late, Qu Chenzhou didn't dare to slow down.

Liu Chongming hadn't finished the homework he wanted him to do, so he had to go back quickly to make up the homework, and hurry up to sleep for a while, otherwise after dinner, he would be arrested to practice exercises again, and he didn't know when he wanted to sleep again.

"Zhiwei, I'll come to see you next time, I'm in a hurry today," he gulped a few more mouthfuls, grabbed the coat and cloak on one side and put them on, and hurriedly explained: "Maybe the prince can't let me sleep tonight, I'll go back and catch up on sleep."

Zhiwei chased him out, and when he saw him disappearing around the corner quickly, he waved to himself, and couldn't help standing blankly at the door for a long time.

"Brother Xiaoqu...you're such a weirdo. It turns out that Shizi likes this."

On the streets in February, the spring is chilly, and it invades the spine. A thin snow a few days ago has not melted away, and it is cold time.

Pedestrians on the road wished they could wrap up another layer and grow two more legs. Walking faster, they caught a glimpse of a long shadow, which was pulled to their feet by Chu Yang from the street.

The horseshoe of the new palm stepped on the stone road, making a crisp sound, which lifted people's spirits.

A young man in light clothes did not pull the rein, with his hands folded on his chest, as if he was not afraid of the cold, he looked around slowly.

On the side of the street, the Qiaochun sisters upstairs recognized this man, and they smiled and threw flowers down to hit him. The young man didn't stop, he just whistled frivolously upstairs, causing a lot of laughter, and then blinked his eyes , smiling forward.

After two streets, he took the reins, dismounted, sat down at a nearby tea shop, ordered two plates of snacks, and looked at two people talking across the street with his feet up.

One of them glanced sideways, then withdrew his gaze, and chatted with the person in a leisurely manner. After a while, the two separated, and he waved the person off before crossing the street and sitting down at the table.

"He's a master." The young man's eyes stopped on the back of the leaving man, and he asked, "Chongming, who is that?"

"Naturally a master," Liu Chongming took a piece of pear blossom snow and put it in his mouth, and asked, "Don't you know?"

"I don't know."

Liu Chongming thinks about it too, Bo Yan spends most of his time in the palace, and there is little chance to meet a wanderer like Fang Wuyang.

"That's the deputy commander of the sixteen guards of the Nanya. Bo Yan, like Liao Guangming, was a former apprentice of Pei Dutong. I told you that Pei Dutong used to be in charge of the Nanbei Yamen and the Jinxiu Camp. It is said that He is a powerful person, Commander Bo is a great apprentice, so he is naturally a master."

Liao Guangming also wandered around Fengyuechang, and when he met by chance, he pointed it out to Fang Wuyang.

Fang Wuyang looked at the direction where Bo Yan was leaving, gave a simple "Yes", and beckoned Xiaoer to bring his horse, and left the tea shop with Liu Chongming.

"I came back early this year," Liu Chongming asked, "won't you stay with your master for a while?"

He didn't know who Fang Wuyang's master was, and Fang Wuyang refused to say. Usually, Shenlong wandered around without seeing his head or tail, but he would definitely leave the capital during the Chinese New Year and disappear for a few months.

It is said that Master has no relatives and friends, so he should be kind to him in nurturing him, so he cannot leave Master alone during the busiest time.

"Master saw that I was annoying this year, so he drove me back early."

The two of them crossed the streets and alleys, and went to the restaurant after a while, this is their habit, every time Fang Wuhai came back, they would get together, as a way to cleanse the dust.

"I heard that you have really become an official?" Fang Wuyang walked in front, pulled the door open, and asked puzzledly, "What's so good about being an official? It's not free..."

The wooden doorknob rattled in his hand and was twisted abruptly from the door.

Liu Chongming let out a muffled laugh, pushed him away, went in and sat down, not forgetting to tell: "Don't forget to leave money for the store later, and repair the door."

In addition to the familiar Bai family brothers, there was another person standing behind Liu Chongming's seat in the wing room.

The man was wearing a coral-colored gown, with a section of neck that was lined with snow-white pink extending from the neckline, and a few sections of red rope were entwined in the black hair that fell on his shoulders, and the red and black acacias were faintly visible in the hair.

"What the hell... what the hell..." Fang Wuyang still raised his hand in his hand, and he woke up in shock after seeing the person: "Isn't this Brother Xiaoqu? How did it become like this?"

He shielded his face with his hands weakly, only those monster eyes were visible in his vision, and he was more sure: "It's really Brother Xiaoqu!"

The brothers of the Bai family were waiting to see his good show, rolling on the sidelines with laughter.

"I didn't see the foolishness of King Ning. It's not a loss to see Fang Wuyang." Bai Shiyan said first: "Chongming, if Liao Guangming still repudiates with you and insists on saying you lose, you can push Fang Wuyang out to fight with you." He is noisy."

Fang Wuyang was not like King Ning, who drank the tea from his chin to his front in a futile manner, but just kept staring at people and sat down at the table.

"Give it to me?"

"Good idea." Liu Chongming choked on him unceremoniously.

"Damn it, Liu Chongming, what do you mean?" Fang Wuyang swears unceremoniously: "Just show me? Show off?"

"That's right, show off." Liu Chongming spread out the lacquered gold fan in his hands, and shook it with a smile: "How much money and time did I spend to raise him like this, of course I have to show off."

"Brother Fang, you don't know that the second brother has received so... so many posts recently," Bai Shilei made an exaggerated gesture, and helped him out: "The second brother just didn't take anyone anywhere, you didn't read It took so long to get to Lord Ning’s halazi, and he scolded the second brother every day for being a villain.”

Liu Chongming patted his head with a fan: "Needless to say the last sentence."

Fang Wuyang was so angry that he wanted to laugh: "Well, you Liu..."

He suddenly realized that something was not right, the table in the wing room was wide, two people were supposed to sit on one side, but now he was sitting on one side, and Liu Chongming and the Bai family brothers were opposite.

Seeing his surprise, Bai Shiyan suppressed a smile and kindly explained to him.

"Chongming asked us to help guard against it. If you dare to touch Brother Xiaoqu, I will kill you."

The author has something to say: Liu Chongming: Although you two had a great conversation, there was something wrong with me. So does anyone know who Fang Wuyang's master is?